Binding the Dragon for the Empress

Yan Yuan is in a very good mood today, there is a lover at the birthday banquet, and there is a mysterious dragon in his eyes to pull it out for him. He thought that the mysterious dragon will succeed if he goes out, but who knows that at the birthday banquet, he saw someone who should have become a dead man? Yan Fuheng.

Why didn't Xuanlong succeed?

Could something be wrong? ...

Strangely, Yan Yuan's first reaction was not anger, but worry.He knew that Xuanlong would try his best to do what he promised him, and now that Yan Fuheng was sitting in front of him, there must be a reason for it.

Thinking of Xuanlong's frail appearance recently, Yan Yuan suddenly couldn't sit still, and wanted to go to Qiankun Palace to see if the dragon was there and if he was injured.

But this is his birthday banquet, and the courtiers below are all sitting to celebrate his birthday, there is no reason for him to leave as the protagonist.

Yan Yuan suppressed the confusion in her heart, raised the glazed cup on the table, and smiled enthusiastically at Yan Fuheng below.

"Brother Huang has recovered many small countries in southern Xinjiang for me in the past two years. He has worked hard and made great achievements. He traveled a long distance recently and came back specially to attend my birthday banquet. I will definitely give you a respectful toast."

Yan Fuheng has a cold personality, and he doesn't like to chat with others. Seeing that he holds a lot of power and has millions of soldiers, others rush to curry favor with him, but he doesn't pay attention to anyone. He has lowered his head and ate quietly since he was seated. Things, after hearing Yan Yuan mentioning herself, she raised her cup and said expressionlessly.

"Your Majesty is being polite, this is a matter for the minister."

Then he raised his head and swallowed the wine in the glass.

Those who didn't know really thought that he was devoted to guarding southern border and loyal to himself.

Yan Yuan was cold in her heart, but on her face she smiled in harmony with the monarch and his subjects:

"Brother Huang is good at drinking."

"It's better if you don't get drunk and don't return home today."

"The emperor's praise."

Yan Fuheng's drinking capacity is excellent, and Yan Yuan doesn't need to say that he can't stop drinking.The tails of his eyes are narrow and long, slightly raised. When he tilted his head up to drink, his night-like black eyes were slightly scattered, as if he didn't pay attention to anything, and the skin at the corners of his eyes was dyed thin red because of being too white.

There is no one in the Yan family who is born ugly, Yan Fuheng is also handsome and handsome, but he is too gloomy and cold, ordinary women dare not approach him, let alone he has the crime of killing his mother.

A foster mother is also a mother.

Fortunately, Yanyuan was still thinking about the Empress Dowager Heng's sake, thinking that she would repay her kindness.

Halfway through the dinner, after singing and dancing, it was time to celebrate the birthday.

The prime minister sent a pair of exquisite jade ruyis, and the minister sent a landscape painting of a famous artist, as well as a jade Guanyin. In short, they are all things that are not lacking in the palace. No matter how precious things outside the palace are, there is no palace for rare things. Rideau.

The emphasis is not on etiquette, but on love, Yan Yuan accepted all the orders, and was very happy, so she drank more, Tao Hua's eyes were slightly drunk, and she even forgot what she was worried about just now.

Legie was playing soothing music on the side, and someone was speaking from below.

"Everyone's birthday presents are almost finished. I don't know what King Zhennan is going to give the emperor today?..."

When one person took the lead, everyone became curious, and the muttering became louder and louder.

Yan Fuheng took the initiative to get up and go to the center, and ordered towards the open door of the palace.

"Hall, come in."

As soon as the words fell, a beautiful young girl in a white dress walked slowly from outside the hall. Her face was covered with white gauze, her hair was half tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, and her long ink-splashed hair hung down Behind her, the skirt is light, and although she doesn't see her real face, she looks absolutely good.

As soon as she appeared, everyone began to discuss in a low voice: What is the King of Zhennan bringing a woman here for? Could it be that he wants to give it to the emperor? ...

But the emperor likes men, everyone in the world knows this.

Isn't King Zhennan unhappy to find the emperor in public?

Yan Yuan's eyes lingered on the woman of His Royal Highness, and fell on Yan Fuheng, and said with a smile: "Brother Huang, what is the meaning of this?"

Yan Fuheng said bluntly: "The emperor will be 20 after today's birthday, and he should have an heir."

Before Yan Yuan's book, almost all civil and military people in the court protested for this matter. Finally, under Yan Yuan's insistence, several officials' heads were beheaded, and several stubborn old officials were allowed to return home. It was absolutely impossible for him to change his mind, and the matter gradually subsided, and the courtiers gradually accepted the reality.

Who knew that Yan Fuheng would give him a woman in public at his birthday banquet.

Yan Yuan's complexion immediately turned ugly, she clasped one hand on the edge of the table, and gritted her teeth.

"Yan Fuheng—"

Yan Fuheng's eyes were like a deep well, and he looked at Yan Yuan calmly.

"For the sake of the country, the emperor should put his own selfish desires behind him."

"Shoot branches and leaves as soon as possible."

Yan Yuan's eyes were full of murderous intent, and she gritted her teeth word by word.

"I never need you to take care of my affairs."

He insisted on meddling in something that no one else could control. Isn't this a demonstration?

Yan Fuheng didn't speak, but turned to call the girl's name, the girl understood, and shyly took off the veil.

As soon as this move came out, the audience was in an uproar.

The girl's eyebrows and eyes are five points similar to the queen's. As a woman, her facial features are softer, and she is a rare beauty with a plain face.

The most important thing is that she can spread branches and leaves for the royal family, while Ning Zhiyu cannot.

Ning Zhiyu's complexion turned pale, obviously irritated, she covered her lips and coughed in pain.

Yan Yuan anxiously turned her head to look, and patted his back lightly for him: "Ayu..."

"Don't worry, I will never go back on what I promised you."

"If the emperor has no heirs, the country will be in trouble..." Yan Fuheng looked at the two people in the hall and said.

"Enough!" Yan Yuan turned to interrupt him, furious.

"Come on!"

"Drag this woman down!"

As soon as the words fell, guards came in and took the woman away. The woman had never seen such a battle before, she was so frightened that she begged Yan Fuheng to save him.

Yan Fuheng frowned slightly, watching the woman being led away from the palace.

There was no sound in the hall, and everyone didn't even dare to breathe too hard.

Yan Yuan's anger persisted: "If there is a next time, don't blame me for not thinking about brotherhood."

Yan Fuheng was silent for a moment, then bent over and bowed: "Please make amends, Your Majesty."

Of course, Yan Yuan couldn't just punish him because of this, Yan Fuheng made great military exploits, if he didn't tolerate even this, it would appear that he, the emperor, had no tolerance, so he had to wave his hand to tell him to sit down.

All the good mood was ruined.

There was such a big commotion in the hall, Xuanlong was outside the hall, so he was aware of it, he heard that Yan Yuan made such a big anger in public, and he knew that Ning Zhiyu held a lot of weight in Yan Yuan's heart.

He really...was not willing to let him suffer even the slightest grievance.

It was already midnight when the birthday banquet was over, and the courtiers who were full of wine and food came out by the light in the hall, Xuanlong flew to the opposite eaves to look for a while, but Yan Fuheng did not come out.

He felt a little anxious in his heart, he felt that his spiritual power was getting weaker and weaker, and the Lingxuan Pill was about to fail, and even the severe pain in the bone crevices would flare up... If Yan Huoheng doesn't come out again, he I can only go in and look for it.

Not long after, the courtiers in the palace were almost gone, and when Xuanlong was about to go in to find someone, the man in the black robe came out slowly, even if he didn't speak, he was very gloomy, exactly as Yan Yuan said , doesn't look like a nice guy.

Those who endanger Yan Yuan's life, he will get rid of them for him.

Xuanlong held his long sword and followed him silently.

Yan Fuheng walked very slowly, he didn't hurry home like the others, he had to pass a long corridor to get out of the Hall of Baohe, the place was dark and empty, it was a good place to do it.

The soul-devouring pain became more and more unbearable, Xuanlong broke out in a cold sweat, and he hid his figure. It stands to reason that the other party should not be able to detect him, but he still held his breath and did not dare to use too much force. At the corner of the long corridor, Xuanlong flew up unsteadily, with the long sword in his hand stabbing straight at his heart.

The long sword condensed with the power of the soul pierced through the air, making a small sound, and there was continuous torrential rain outside the corridor, such a small sound, it was impossible for Yan Fuheng to hear it.

However, when the long sword was about to pierce his back, Yan Fuheng dodged abruptly, pinching his long sword with two fingers together.

The wind blew the black gauze hat worn by Xuanlong, and his masked face was exposed to Yan Fuheng's sight. Yan Fuheng's icy expression relaxed, and he said in a daze.

"is it you……"

Xuanlong instantly understood that his invisibility technique had failed.

Then the Lingxuan Pill will lose its effect immediately... He must make a quick decision.

Not allowing Xuanlong to think too much, he withdrew the long sword in his hand, stepped on the wooden bench next to him and jumped up, the long sword slashed at Yan Fuheng's face, Yan Fuheng easily dodged and moved quickly.

Xuanlong didn't understand why he only defended and didn't attack. During the fight, he suddenly felt a pain in his stomach, and his movements became slower and slower. Yan Fuheng took the opportunity to slash his wrist with a palm, and the long sword fell to the ground, disappearing into the air in an instant .

The Lingxuan Pill has failed.

Xuanlong swallowed a muffled groan, and leaned forward weakly, Yan Fuheng hugged him: "Are you alright?"

Once the Lingxuan Pill fails, it will be followed by multiple attacks of soul-eating pain. Xuanlong's body is shaking uncontrollably, his body is full of severe pain like ants gnawing and dull pain in his abdomen, and he soon becomes a little blurred Sweat slipped from his forehead into his eyes.

If it wasn't for Yan Fuheng to hold him, Xuanlong would fall down in the next breath.

In the eyes of outsiders, they were indeed hugging each other intimately.

Footsteps could be heard not far away, and Yan Yuan, dressed in an imperial robe, appeared at the entrance of the corridor, followed by Chen Yan, who was carrying an oil lamp.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Yuan snatched the lamp from Chen Yan's hand and strode over.

He was in a bad mood and just needed to vent his anger. He thought that the people hugging in this Palace of Preserving Harmony were guards and court ladies, and adultery was a serious crime.

Who knew that Yan Fuheng's dead face could be seen when he walked over and took a look by the light of the oil lamp.

"why you?"

Look at the person who hugged Yan Fuheng just now——

Xuanlong's black gauze hat had already fallen to the ground at some point during the fight. He heard Yan Yuan's voice, and barely raised his eyelids. The out-of-focus green eyes could not be opened very much because of the dazzling light.

The man's complexion was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he looked very weak no matter how he looked, but because he was hugged by another man, he seemed to have just experienced sex with each other.

Yan Yuan lost her mind in an instant, and roughly pulled Xuanlong out of Yan Fuheng's arms.

"What are you doing here?!"

Xuanlong backed away unbalanced, and the back of his head hit the pillar of the long corridor. The pain made him recover a little bit of sobriety, and his ice green eyes looked at Yan Yuan in a daze.

He saw the man looking at him like a fly, as if he was something extremely disgusting, Yan Yuan approached step by step, and slapped him like that.

"Bitch!!"

Xuanlong was beaten so far that the mask came loose and fell to the ground, revealing the ugly scar on the right side of his face.He frowned, maintaining that posture without moving.

"Have I ever said that you are really an eyesore, especially the scar on your face, which makes me sick when I see it."